I have a new obsession. Cosplay. Yes, you read right, cosplay (read: costume + play = cosplay). Depending on your intention, it's like playing dress-up for older people (except much MUCH more expensive and infinitely more perverted) where you dress up as bestest you can as an anime character, or it's a perfectly rational excuse to cross-dress or wear something that would normally classify you as clinically insane.
WIN!
So basically weirdos like-minded people like me get together at anime conventions (like animania) and dress up funky and oogle at each other and dance on stage and get voted Best Cosplayer of 2008 or whatever. Seriously fun. I was planning to go with Am and that crew but OTHER people suddenly were interested in it to so alas! We are at an impasse.
Anyway, I'm going as Orochimaru, that snakey tongue-flicking (PERFECT!) baddie from Naruto. I tried his face today using acrylic paint as face-paint (don't think that's too healthy for me skin) and it turned out COOL. Just need to make the rest of his costume now. Which, if I am totally true to his character, would involve me losing 20 kilos, piercing my ears, buying $400 yellow cat-eye contacts and growing long luxurious shoulder length hair.
LOL had a cracker of a time at Luna Park on Saturday for Ahmed's birthday. The actual place is really not that great (read: quite shitty) and there are only one or 2 good rides, but we make our own fun wherever we go, spreading wacky teenage havok everywhere. I'm on the left posing with Luna-Bob (totally the craziest one out of the lot *LOL*):
Today, for the first time in history, the Australian government (Rudd-Labor) has formally apologised for the mistreatment of Aboriginal people in the past, especially the Stolen Generation (something John Howard completely refused to do for a decade)! It's a very proud day to be an Australian.
Maybe people outside Australia won't really recognise it as such an important event, but it is seriously such an amazingly important symbolic act. The types of things that were done back in the age of the "paternal" attitude towards the "sub-human" Aborigines will shock you. If you want a quick overview of the subject watch Phillip Noyce's "Rabbit-Proof Fence". If by the end of it you don't feel like crying you're a heartless demon who deserves to die.
Some people (about 30% of the population; mostly snobbish rich-kids) say "Why should WE apologise for something our forefathers did? WE had nothing to do with it!" but I think that if you take that stance you are acknowleding a wrong but choosing to do nothing to try and fix it. Kind of like if you see a person getting raped and not doing anything to try and stop it. "It has nothing to do with ME!" You have to realise that in reaching true reconciliation we need to have both symbolic and practical solutions. Apologising was a vital step forward.
But anyway, that's just my opinion...
Ah well! I get to tell my kids that I lived through Sorry Day! HAHA.
Yesterday was the Bayt-Al-Zakat dinner celebrating the Muslim High Achievers of the 2007 HSC. One by one they led the students on to the stage in terms of UAI from lowest to highest and gave them a gift...and I was the last one! They gave me a standing ovation. Everyone in the hall was standing and clapping I was SO embarrased but so happy as well. One of the proudest moments of my short life.
I went to my first EVER job interview today. I found an ad in the local newspaper and called up for funsies and somehow ended up with an interview. It was for some sort of an educational company. It went well I suppose. The only hiccup was when I asked, "How big is this company? How many people do you employ?" and the interviewer woman GLARED at me and said, "We do not discuss such details."
SCARY.
Anyway on the same day (i.e. today) I get a call from some parent of a kid from my old high school (I'm so incredibly famous you see) asking to tutor her kid. And another parent too. How cool is that! Lots of moneys soon to be rolling in....
I hope Myer accepts my job application! I really wanna work there!
I just formatted c-drive (C:/ for the DOS oldies :P) on my comp and now it's all fast again! YAY!! I think I used to accidentally (or not so accidentally) reset the computer too much and maybe just hit the hard-drive every now and again (LOL) so the bad sectors and crap started to build up. Windows went bonkers and took half a lifetime to load everytime I booted up.
So I said STUFF IT! I'm deleting YOU! Had to copy all the files and crap. Fun fun. And had to install all the programs and drivers ALL over again. Oh the pain. Well it was worth it I suppose.
Anyway, on the 'new' comp (before I installed Photoshop) I went to my blog and the Header ("Evil Lemons") was PLAIN UGLY. I didn't realise maybe some ppl didn't have the "Juice ITC" font. Anyway, THIS is what you're meant to see. If you don't then go install Photoshop!!
Lord help me. I've finally been seduced by the satanic minions of Hell (little devil applications) and now I officially have a Facebook account. LOL! It is such a pointless waste of time! But it's so much fun HAHA. I've always seen my older siblings on it and I guess I always thought of it as some "rite of passage" thingy into university. Now I'm in!
So many random things to do. I'm a soft Banana, hard Cocaine, screw-the-world Claire Bennet, been poked, slapped, bitten, raped, headbutted and worshipped all in a matter of days. All my Vampire wants to eat is Grace, my IQ is 135, I want to save Darfur and my sister sent me an adorable Scottish-Fold kitten. It's hilarious!
I'm trying to forge an identity here, but it's so ridiculous you can't take it seriously. Everyone's making their own little facade of a life with photos, videos and whatnot, and stalking each other to see if they fit in to what everybody else is like.
Ah well! *Runs off to go poke random people*. Hehe...
I stole someone's parking spot for the first time today. HAHA. Does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. Well, it was like this. I was driving behind this other guy and there was a person pulling out of a parking spot on the right (we drive in the left lane here in Sydney). The guy in front of me signalled to take the spot but he was too far ahead so he had to drive up and do a U-turn but I just slipped in while he was turning. He started honking at me but I just ignored him.
I am now officially a university student! I just enrolled online into my 5 year commerce/economics degree at the University of New South Wales. It's so exciting. I can't wait to start. Not so much because of the degree (LOL) but more of the new experience of university. I wonder what it's going to be like...
Note to self: When buying add-water-and-shake type pancake mixes, be careful not to buy the gluten-free kind. Eurgh. Gluten-free pancakes are not pancakes. They look like pancakes. They smell like pancakes. But they don't feel like pancakes. Too crumbly.
It actually tasted a bit like a Malay sweet, putu piring. Now that is nice. *Drool*. It's like a rice-flour based steamed caked filled with gula melaka (palm sugar). Here's another description. When I was in Singapore my mum always bought putu piring from one stall in Geylang. Apparently it's the best putu piring in Singapore. I dunno; it sure was yummy.
LOL! I found pics of the place on Flickr. There's always long queues there. I remember this woman making them; she was so efficient! Freaky production line stuff. Found another kewl blog post on it. Look at this and this and drool.
In other news, NEVER EVER eat stale dragonfruit bought from Randwick. God. I had a bite and nearly vomited. Yes, dragonfruit. Another random Asian fruit. I bought half a kilo of lychees the other day and munched on them as I went walking around Parramatta Westfield. That was fun. Haha.
Made croissants for the first time ever. It's summer now in Sydney so sleeping tends to evade me a little bit more; hence my staying up and baking goodies. I've always avoided baking yeast-based breads (especially laminated-dough sorts of things like croissants) because they're a bit intimidating for a not-so-experienced baker like me. But I thought ah wtf it's boiling and I'm bored, might as well do something. LoL.
Here's the dough after rising. Multiple risings, mind you. Croissants do take ages to make. But seriously (I know it sounds oh so cliche) but even for noobs like me the flavour you get out of freshly baked croissants (the smell and the buttery crispness) makes it so worth it. Here's a quick summary of how to make croissants. Do bear with the jumbled nonsense; I'm kinda tired and I did sorta make up the recipe on the spot. So here's what you do:
Put 2 sachets of yeast in a large bowl with about a cup of lukewarm water and 3 tablespoons of white sugar. Mix and let it sit for 15 minutes till it develops a foamy layer (kinda like cheap coffee from a machine). Then add a pinch of salt and stir the mixture. Now for the guessy bit. Using a wooden spoon mix plain white flour into the mixture until you get a gloopy mess. Keep adding flour until it becomes a pliable dough and then knead it until it's nice and smooth. It will take ages. Don't be afraid to keep adding flour. Leave dough in a bowl and cover with a wet cloth and let rise for about an hour until double in volume. While you're waiting, get a block of butter (250g) and use a rolling pin to flatten it into a rectangle about 1-2 cm thick. Refrigerate it. Get the dough, punch out all the air and roll it into a rectangle 3 times the size of the butter. Put the butter in the middle and wrap it in dough ("laminate"). Roll out the dough and keep folding it over and over so you get heaps of layers (which makes it a fluffy bread) but make sure no butter leaks out. It will get funky so keep putting it back in fridge every now and then. Then roll it out, cut into triangles, roll into croissant shapes and let it rise for about 45 min. Bake for 12-15 minutes in a moderate oven (180-190 degrees Celsius).
I hope that made sense. If you did it correctly you should get something delicious like this! YUM. The butter will leak out like crazy, but then the dough will absorb it. Not something you'd wanna eat everyday. LOL. Also, I stuffed a few of them with chocolate. Bad boy.
My last 2 wisdom teeth were ripped out today. Ouch. Well not really (thanks to Mr. Lidocaine) but after the surgery (i.e. RIGHT-FREAKIN-NOW) my mouth stings like a biatch. I'm pumped full with powerful prescription only pain-killers to stop the dull, throbbing ache. Seriously it's terrible. I tried eating bubur(it's this Malay rice porridge, the softest thing in the universe) but it hurt so much I had to stop. Ah the pain.
Well this is what happened. I went to the dentist and eventually ended up in the chair. He stuck 2 needles into each tooth (bottom ones only; I took out the top ones months ago) which kinda stung a little bit but not really and then my face went all numb and I tried to gargle my mouth (with Listerine) but my bottom lip wouldn't close so I ended up spitting all over myself and looking like an unfortunate sort of person.
After I was all woozy, numb and totally not in the right state of mind to be signing any contracts the dentist (well dentist's assistant) hands me this form. A surgical consent form. It said that I agree to this surgery even though I might permanently damage my nerves (which would result in not being able to taste bitter anymore. How LOLable!) I signed it; my writing was a bit wonky SINCE I WAS SO FREAKIN DRUGGED.
No offence to my dentist or anything (I actually really like him. Awesome bloke, really.) but I think you should give patients consent forms before you stick their veins with mind-numbing goodness.
Then push led to shove, the dentist drilled, pushed and cut, stuck a tool into my mouth and friggin' CRACKED my teeth into 2 pieces (I didn't feel any pain, but OH the PRESSURE!) which was by far the most disturbing part, and used another tool to pull out my teeth in 2 pieces. With a nice suction-ey feeling everytime the roots came out. With my head pounding and the dentist sweating, these babies were popped into a sterile bag and sent home with me:
Pretty, isn't it? When I got home I steam sterilised them (then bleached them) so now they're all white and gleaming. Yes, I am a clean freak. But the pain! And the BLOOD! My stitches wouldn't stop bleeding. Well they're not bleeding now, so I suppose a picture would be nice:
First stitches of my life! LOL!
Here are the top 2 wisdom teeth. It was a much cleaner exit for these two. My dentist said he can do the top ones with his eyes closed but the bottoms are skanks (pun totally not intended.)
DRUGS, DRUGS AND MORE DRUGS. They do keep me smiling :D.
So. Finally, after months (literally) of nagging, my family finally agreed to take me to the very famous Max Brenner's Chocolate Cafe. Chocolate by the Bald Man. Not exactly an appetising slogan, but who cares!? The moment I walked into the Parramatta cafe and saw the huge vats of swirling metal molten chocolate I was a stark raving lunatic screaming to dig into some waffles! FEED ME!!
I was kinda sizing out the place and comparing it to Sydney's other famous chocolate joint, Lindt Cafe (which I have also been to). Mind you, I'm heavily biased towards Lindt, since it just sounds so much cooler, and has that prestigious air, like it's an aristocratic establishment (it's also kewl that Lindt invented conching, although serendipitously...)
ANYWAY.
The Max Brenner place was kinda, er, dark. As in really dark. Maybe they were trying to give it that seedy feel of a nightclub or something I dunno. It was different I suppose. It was very full too. Irrelevant details. All that is important is the FOOD.
ALL HAIL CHOCOLATE LORD.
We ordered crepes, waffles, suckao, hot chocolate, strawberries and melted chocolate (*moans*) and peanut butter milkshakes. It was SO good. I don't really want to compare it to Lindt (I can't really, I haven't tasted everything, and plus Lindt is so friggin' expensive) so I'll just describe the food in all its glories.
The strawberries were so good! They were actually sweet (I'm too used to sour supermarket strawberries.) I wonder where they get them from. And the chocolate! Just TOO good! It finished so quickly. *Sigh*...
Here's a close-up/artistic-shot. Pretty.
Here are the Tutti-Frutti Waffles (or should I say waffle.) Waffle, GODLY chocolate, bananas, those damn good strawberries again and some vanilla ice-cream. It was SO GOOD. Some people (*ahem*) say that it's better than the Lindt waffles but I don't really think so. However, I wouldn't mind someone buying both for me again so I could compare! HAHA.
Suckao. A strange Max Brenner invention. Suck + Cacao = Suckao. Capish? I didn't think it was all that great. Honestly it was kinda lame. Finished far too quickly. But the chocolate was as good as ever. Maybe just a bit over-priced. Hmmm...
And lastly, the peanut-butter milkshakes. Tasted so AMERICAN. Such a strange taste! I don't really understand the American obsession with peanut butter (yes, I do know he's an Israeli chap), but it was quite nice actually. Very heavy. We JUST finished it. Another sip and we would have POPPED.
I was doing my daily news rounds and I saw the headline: "Benazir Bhutto killed in suicide attack." My heart skipped a beat and then I clicked the link. I don't know why I was so shocked. The headline kinda left nothing to chance. I was so used to reading the news about her, Musharraf and Pakistan on BBC, but now she's dead. I really don't know why I feel so sad. It's strange.
People I knew had such differing opinions of her. Some thought she was a great leader, others thought she was just like any other candidate, while some called her an infidel and another "American-puppet". I was wondering what would happen at the elections, but I guess chaos is all that will happen now.
One of my closest friends is in Pakistan. I hope he's alright.
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Got my HSC results this morning!! Non-NSW(Australia) people read: Got my A-levels/VCE/GCSE/etcetera results this morning!! They came out at 6 a.m. (obviously I stayed up). As you can see, I ARE WINNAR!! Click the picture for a totally untouched image of what I endured 12 years of education to see:
English! How I love thee! After blasting me away with 87 last year, now you bless me with a 95! NINETY-FIVE!?! OMFG. There must be something wrong with the world. Maths, my enduring companion, never-failing in providing me with uber marks all the time! *Hugs*.
Chemistry. YOU WHORE. After ALL the work I put into you, all that time, effort, passion and rambling, all you turn out is a measly 94?? GUESS WHAT?? NINETY-FOUR RHYMES WITH WHORE!! HAHAHAHAH.
People kept txting me and calling me today. It's one of those times when I become instantly popular and oh so cynical. Anyway, UAI's come out tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Yes! Bow down to me NOW! I am clearly superior to all of you unemployed PLEBIANS!! Muahahaha! Ahem. After years and years of terrible self-esteem destroying degrading job-hunting I have finally got a job. I'm typing this now from the computer at my desk. It's so COOL.
Basically my brother is a research assistant at UNSW and I'm his assistant. Well, unofficial assistant. Technically I'm not allowed to be in this building. I was in the tea-room making a cup of tea and the EVIL-ADMIN lady came up behind me and started interrogating me. It was SCARY. She asked me who I was, what I was doing in this building, etc. etc. and I made up so much bullshit up on the spot but she kinda suspected it and went and told my brother. LoLLers.
My brother heaps most of his dirty work on me; I gotta sort through a CRAP load of data. It's amazing. I didn't know a ".txt" file could be a few gigabytes in size. They contain just INSANE amounts of data about markets and lots of crap I don't know about but eventually will. Like bid-ask prices and stock indices and the SP100. My brother's boss (his lecturer actually) has a 2 terabyte hard-drive under his desk. Wows.
At least I'll get lots of monies. $20/hr! SO kewl.
YAY! Labor won Government for the first time since forever! *Cheers!* GO KEVIN RUDD!! It feel so weird! Prime Minister Rudd. LOL. No more John Howard, Peter Costello, Phillip Ruddock, Alexander Downer, no more of these people who've been my mental image of "government" and "politics" in Australia. Maybe it's cause I've only been living here under the Howard government. AH WELL! COOLIE DOODLES.
Now let's hope something exciting happens...
Scary pic! LOL.
Here's a little Pokemon political satire to spice up the patriot within us all:
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Wild LIBERAL appeared! Go! RUDDKIP! RUDDKIP used AD CAMPAIGN! It's super effective! Wild LIBERAL fainted! RUDDKIP gained 80 seats. RUDDKIP is now level 100! What?!? RUDDKIP is evolving! Congratulations! Your RUDDKIP is now a PRIMINISTOMP! PRIMINISTOMP wants to learn GOVERNMENT, but PRIMINISTOMP already knows 4 moves! Delete an older move to make room for the new one? PRIMINISTOMP forgot ELECTION PROMISES! PRIMINISTOMP learned GOVERNMENT!
Ok. It's 2:30 in the morning, the couch behind me is looking really comfy, and I just made a billion posts, after not making any posts for years, so this is the final one. Ok? Promise!?
I went to the pools with my friends the other day, that is Omar/Ejje and Sayed/Kak (put into romantic pairings for your yaoi convenience). We went to Homebush Olympic Park pools. Kewl place I suppose. Haven't been there in ages.
Anyway, nothing much to look at, it was same old. EXCEPT THE FREAKIN BIKER DOOD. Omg. It was so perverse. There were this shower things in the pool that gave out a pretty strongly pressured water flow. This biker looking guy, white, fat (as in HUGE belly) and long hair but really receding hair-line, was under the water thing looking like he was freakin having fantasies under the water it was SO GROSS. He was flicking his hair and doing all these weird things (almost exactly like that Herbal Essences ad) and I just turned the other way.
ARGH. Dammit. I didn't realise the site where I hosted all my important template images (like my lemony favicon and background) is down. Ghey. I have to do find a new site now, and replace all the links in my template. *Sigh*. [Edit: Woohoo! Found an awesome site. FileDen!!]
Made my brother a cake on for his birthday. Take a happy peek:
Seriously pretty cake, if I do say so myself. Actually, I made my brother 2 cakes, as the self-appointed cake maker. The other one was a chocolate cheesecake (his favourite), but I didn't get any good pictures. Ah well. This one didn't really taste that good, as opposed to my uber delicious cheesecake. Just looked pretty! LOL.
Ever since HSC finished I've had so much bloody time, and what does someone amazing like me do when he has too much time on his hands? Read novels of course! Anyway, I've just finished Lirael, the second novel in the most amazing fantasy series of all time, Garth Nix's Old Kingdom not-so-Trilogy (not a trilogy anymore because he confirmed he's writing a prequel AND a sequel!! ZOMG *squeals*.)
Seriously, you should read it. It's one of the most imaginative fantasy series there is, being fantasy without having elves (thank GOD) or dragons or anything else so cliche I would sitck 2 fingers down my throat and puke half digested cake all over it (Or not. Depends on how well it was written. I still want to finish that Elizabeth Haydon series. Half-blood something?) The concept of necromancy, and the bells and free magic v.s. Charter magic is SO KEWL (I know, some of you don't agree it's that kewl *cough cough*).
Sabriel is TEH coolest character. And Mogget. And the Dog. And Lirael. And everyone except Sameth and Ellimere. Sabriel and Touchstone may be hot, but they made some fugly kids. I wonder if they would make movie out of it. Hmmm. Anyway, here's the cover of the Old Kingdom books as I read them:
Speaking of fantasy novels I read recently, how can I forget the TWILIGHT series! *Hears the screams of thousands of silly fan-girls*. Even admitting I read these books is a serious mark (like a huge ugly black bleeding hole) against my morals, character and sanity. YES. I CONFESS. I READ THREE THICK BOOKS ABOUT VAMPIRE/WEREWOLF ROMANCE. SHOOT ME.
I am so ashamed of myself. Well to be honest, they weren't half bad. Big Underworld rip-off, the whole vampires/werewolf rivalry till the end of time. Apparently Stephanie Meyer can go suck Anne Rice's saggy skin because she pales in comparison to her Great Vampiriness. According to various sources anyway. I tried reading Interview with a Vampire and gave up before I died of boredom. Ah well. Anyway, the Twilight Series had really nice book covers:
Next stop, DEATH GATE CYCLE. Why am I re-reading all these books??
HELP! I am totally, absolutely, utterly addicted to Starcraft. Yes, that old game you used to play when you were 15 back in 1998. It is a testament to the amazing game-making skills of Blizzard that huge numbers of people are still playing their games (their main franchises of Starcraft, Warcraft and Diablo) a decade on, totally unchanged.
OMG today I played for hours and hours. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just me, and my mum would only be a bit nuts, but its me and both my brothers as well playing multiplayer free-for-all LAN games. LOL! Hogging all the computers for hours and driving everyone nuts is too easy when it's so much fun!! I think my mum is gonna kill us soon.
Here's a screenshot from a game when I totally gave up and my eldest brother took his sweet freakin' time killing me. Noob. *LOL*:
I always use Zerg. They're kinda gross if you're not used to it, all slimy and pulsating and infesting other things. It's funny how my favourite unit is called the Queen. L-O-L. Fun times! Now I can't wait for Starcraft 2 to come out...
Woohoo! ZZOMG! Finally did something I said I really wanted to do these holidays. I joined a cake making class! HAHA. It was so much fun! And it was really (kinda) charitable too because we were making the cakes for homeless people. I'm such a saint, I know!
Me and me sister showed up to this place and sat outside for a few minutes like total nOObs, wondering wtf is going on, and then our teacher showed up and took us in. His name is Ferdie, and he seriously wants you to know that he is German. Here's a pic:
There's Ferdie in the background. It was so funny how he kept saying "Because I'm German..." or "That's how Germans do it..." It was so random. And he had all these German cooking things with words written in Deutsch (that's the language right??). Now I know what flour is in German. It's MEHL!!! And cocoa is KAKAO!! And sugar is SUCRE. Or something. I think I got that last one wrong.
Here's my sister and another girl (Asma, I think her name was) making tasty goodies in a disaster-zone not so organised kitchen. Ferdie translated recipes from this ancient German cookbook and just let us at it, guiding us along. Most of the time it went well, I suppose. I made 2 things: a Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte (a.k.a. Black Forest gateau! Yes, I actually made one. wOOt!) and Bavarian Bretzels (I think they're just huge pretzels. *Shrug*).
Here's my unfinished Black Forest cake! Don't you love the layers??
Watch me boil bretzels in soda solution! I look slightly MURDEROUS~!
Here they are after boiling...
And this is the finished product! Brown, salty BRETZELS! The bretzels are a yeast-based kinda dough thing which you let rise and then twirl into this shape. You boil then in bicarb soda solution so they go brown. They were a bit salty (just how the German's like it. That sounds so perverted) so I didn't really like them. Khad and Ferdie liked them, so it's ok.
Khad made this Fruit Flan. How purty!!
Asma made these cookies. They were awesomely crumbly!
YAY! These are all the cakes/bread-things we made for the homeless people! Aren't we such angels? In order from top left corner, clockwise is: Fruit Flan, Bavarian Bretzels, some glazed raisin loaf, my Black Forest Gateau, some cute glazed buns (we called them German Krispy Krenes and Ferdie got happy. LoL!), a cinnamon cake (which Ferdie dropped on the floor by accident and looked SO guilty-feeling. I felt bad for him), some cherry thing, Deer Back (funny name I know) and the cookies.
There is no experience more depressing than job-hunting as a job experience-less teenager. People can be so mean! Sluts! I'll burn you all down one day. When I'm rich. And hot. Just like everyone else >_< ...
Anyway, I stayed up late fixing up my resume till it was all nice and purty and then the next day I got one of my friends to come and help me (cos he's jot a job and has done the whole thing already). I tried to print out 35 resumes but my printer is such a freakin' hormonal bitch (kinda like me XD) and only printed out 10 before the ink went all faded. Ah well.
Then I went to a local area and started. (!!!!). It was SO freaky. The first store I went into was this pharmacy. I asked to speak to the manager and all the jazz. Then it got a bit weird so I handed in my resume and went off.
And that's how I lost my job application virginity.
The rest of the day was just as depressing. SO horrible! And it was hard hiding that depression and putting on the fake enthusiastic thing so they don't think you're an emo and reject you (which wouldn't be that wrong in my case LOL). Then there was the curry chick who lied to me and deserved to be shot and anal probed with cactus. Just like those OTHER unspeakable people.
I really can't be bothered doing this. I'm SO tired. My thighs are aching, my head hurts and I have bruises running down my side. FUN!! Right?? Well, comparatively anyway. Compared to the other peeps. Jaysus. One guy had so many bleeding welts running up and down his back he looked diseased.
Nothing much to talk about if you think about it. Just boys running around shooting each other with little balls of paint feeling all great about it. And screaming JIHAD. Got to meet up with some people I haven't seen in ages. That was nice.
There was this photo-montage thing on the wall of the paintball place showing pictures of people's injuries. It was quite gross. But if you looked closer here and there you'd see pictures of some weird paintball orgy. SERIOUSLY. There was this guy holding a gun and a hooker and OK NVM.
I got pulled over by the cops when I was driving the van; I was going home after playing tennis with Hamzah (ham sandwich). Lucky my mum reminded me to put on the P-plates before I left. I usually don't because it's such a hassle. They didn't even check my license! Lucky I had it though or I would've got busted bad.
[Alcohol level: 0.00]
Lucky I wasn't drunk. I probably would've flirted with the cop.
To Whom It May Concern (a.k.a. silly co-op people),
MAY YOUR ANAL SPHINCTERS BE TORN BY THE FORCE OF A CACTUS PENETRATION. I HOPE YOUR RECTAL PASSAGES ARE SHREDDED TO RIBBONS SO THAT FAECES WILL LEAK INTO BLADDER AND YOU PISS SHIT. MAY YOU BE STRANGLED BY YOUR OWN INTESTINES, YOUR HEADS IMPLODE, YOUR EYEBALLS EXPLODE, AND YOUR TONGUES RIPPED OUT AND SHOVED INTO YOUR ASSHOLES.
Since my HSC is over (something I will eventually talk about) I've been on a pretty wacky movie watching spree. Well, it's mostly kinda weird movies my sister rents from the local Civic Video (I know! Who the hell rents movies these days!? We're in the age of piracy!! Tsk tsk.) Anyway, following on from my little Reading Room post...
Freedom Writers:
I LOVE this movie. I actually watched it at the cinemas already. It's not a very teen-boy friendly title. Anything to do with "writing" is like a repellent for lebo boys (not to say I'm LEBO or anything. Omfg). Ah well, they actually watched it. I watched it again! It's a super cool story about a teacher who inspires her dumb ghetto kids to write their lives in these journals, where they get published as the "Freedom Writers" from the shanty towns, kinda a pun on the Freedom Riders on that interracial XXX bus thing that got attacked. Ah! I digress.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind:
This movie wins HANDS DOWN the prize for the most random thing ever created by a human being. Seriously. Including toaster strudel. I don't even know what toaster strudel is BUT WHO CARES! This movie rocked and won an Academy Award. It is the strangest movie about awkward people, relationships, love, creepy hobbit-boys, wiping away memories, dancing naked, lying on the ice, drugs, blue hair and abortions. But its awesome. I haven't seen Jim Carrey in ages!! Nice to see he still makes good movies.
Marie Antoinette:
Last, and probably least out of this selection, is this strange pointless movie. Truly another Sophia Coppola type thing. If you've seen "Lost in Translation" you'll know what I mean. 2 hours of complete pointless randomness. I mean, it's a good movie I suppose. But you do get tired of Kirsten Dunst. The whole movie is just a silly celebration of how much "fun" she had. And how bad her husband is at sex. Apparently. It was so weird. It reaches the point where you get real pleasure out of knowing she gets beheaded.
When I was in that phase of applying for jobs everywhere (which is over now since I got rejected by everyone) I briefly considered working as a waiter. That would be fun. I like to cook, and I thought maybe this would be my platform to spring into the industry. Or so I thought. Or maybe I just like the idea of being a waiter. Hmm...
Anyway, I went to Thai Hutt yesterday and then I saw the waiters CLEANING TABLES. *Shock*. Yes, I was horrified to realise that I would have to clean tables. Hahaha. Yes, I dumb. I think that's just an excuse I tell myself. I clean heaps at home anyway. The waiters were so eurgh. Like all sweaty and not composed. It was gross. I didn't wanna work there. Or maybe I'm just a lazy ass.
Anyhoo, I had fried ice-cream! Yes, to all you silly white people, deep-fried. I'm sure you'll all have tried it by now (if not Google is your friend). Here's a pic:
I know, it's a bit late, wtf, but I've been a bit lazy lately and I really didn't want to do this post. Maybe its one of those sentimental things. Anyway, I finished my LAST high-school exam of my LIFE yesterday, 3u maths. It is so weird never having to do a maths paper again! wOOt! Anyway, here's my calender, marking off the lastest day of my high-school life:
Yes, I really am that anal. Don't ask. Well I wrote up the timetable in like May or something. This year was quick and slow. Strange. I am really finished. ALL MY EXAMS! I swear! I'm not lying. LOOK! Here's more proof:
HAHAHA. I know LOL! CAKE isn't much of evidence but WHATEVER TREVOR. This is my official HSC-is-over-cake, tiramisu with overwhelming amounts of creaminess. I think I might just be over cream.
It is so strange though, this feeling of never having to go back to school ever again. It's especially weird for me since I've been going there for 12 years straight. It's SO STRANGE! No more guilt over wasting hours on Digg or chatting away into the early hours of the morning, or going out with your friends and not having to study......
Never again will I walk through those weird halls at MFIS wondering what people think about me and getting weird looks from people and annoying comments from the juniors (that make me wonder what they really think, but should I really care?) to walk in to the class worrying who will be in there because I can't deal with everyone in the class very well (on the inside anyway) and fake it if I see people I don't want to see (which are not the people you would think; I hated seeing people I most wanted to see. Life's complicated...) and sitting down at a table wondering what this day will be like. Never again will I be able to annoy teachers just for the heck of it (and get away with it most of the time XD) or have paper ball wars (not that I took part in most of them) or rubber band slinging paper thingy wars (which I totally took part in; adding sticky tape to the paper made them lethal) or listen intently to seriously pointless gossip (which I REALLY enjoyed and a lot of them time was the centre of LOLL). Never again will I stand be part of the barbaric canteen line (seriously horrible) or skip class (to feel cool even though it was so damn easy) or try to get teachers fired (it was only once! I'm not evil) or be part of something amazing like muck-up day (link) or just be so damn care-free.
Never again will I have so much fun. I hope I'm wrong!!
I've read 2 books recently. I know, I really shouldn't have in the middle of my HSC but, ah well! It was too tempting. It was a nice feeling lying down on my comfy bed and reading. Haven't done it in ages!
Dead Sexy - Kathy Lette:
This is the funniest novel I've read in a while. Warning: 18+ material. It contains so much smut its unbelievable. I think the only reason I picked it up was 'cos of the sleazy title. But turns out it was actually a bit more substantial that soft-porn. Really good read! It goes from creepo reality TV to to a tropical honeymoon that starts out badly and deteriorates into a hurricane, volcanic eruption and terrorists. LMAO. That description just made it sound like the biggest load of rubbish, but it's such a fun read. Do try it ;P
About A Boy - Nick Hornby:
Yeh, they did make a movie about this one. The only reason I read this one was because the cover was cool. I know, I'm so fickle about choosing books to read! Anyway this one is about the weird relationship between a immature 36 year old man and this creepy 12 year old kid (nothing sexual between them d/w). It's so hilarious! The story is really good but the main part I loved was the weird character of the kid, Marcus. And Dead Duck Day. A MUST READ!
My eldest sister (Raidah) does this Muslim-chaplaincy thing at Westmead Hospital. She talks to the sick children and makes them feel better. It's a really noble cause I suppose. I'd like to do it someday. I'm good with children; I can make them smile. I know what they are feeling very easily. I'm like that with everyone actually; I seem to notice things other people don't notice. I like to think I'm kind-hearted and would be able to make people happy, but I dunno.
Anyway, my sister works with Mission of Hope, and she receives donations of presents, which she wraps and gives to the sick children. One of the presents was this HUGE stuffed animal, a rat from the animated film Ratatouille. It was the hugest, cutest thing ever! It had really soft fur too. I used to play with it when I studied. Haha, I know, it's not my present, but anyway.
My sister gave "my" rat away today. I felt sad. But then she showed me the kid who got it and I really didn't care anymore because the kid is SO DAMN CUTE! He's been in hospital since he was born or something (so slack) so making him happy with Mr Rat is just a small gesture of kindness. I hope he likes!
I went to an open-house today. Full of Malays. I only went for the food. Socialising with Malays is just not my thing. Especially with most Malay boys my age. They're such drop-kicks and should be shot before they can reproduce. Oops. That's a bit harsh.
I hoped Rai would be there but she didn't come. That would have made it a bit more fun. Actually, maybe not. Too much gender segregation. I was stuck with my brothers talking to their friends about how much they hate "fags". I know. How manly of them. Somebody kill me please.
I couldn't take the atmosphere anymore so I went home. My mum was stuck there so she asked me to come pick her up. Lucky I have my license. I used the van. Guess what? Half-way there, when I was on the highway, the van went nuts (he's an old fella) and started screeching like crazy. I was scared. I drove really slow (like 30 in a 70 zone), got honked at, swore back at the idiots, and got there in one piece.
I like it! It's got a nice catchy beat, and actually has some meaning. Some of the lines are quite interesting. Makes you feel weird about reading Perez Hilton (who I happen to dislike quite a bit). Have a listen.
Remember my last cake binge? Well, I just had another one. Jeez. Weightloss is not gonna happen anytime soon. Summer is coming up and I'm gonna scare everyone on the beach with me FAT BELLY! HAHA. It is so worth it. Cake is LORD!
Everyone, stop buying cakes from wherever you buy your cakes, and come to Sergio's Cake Shop (link) in Greenacre. Seriously this place sells the best cakes in the universe. Well, out of the cake's I've tried (which is QUITE A LOT let me tell you) this place tops them all. Everything is nice there. Seriously! This is the crap I bought recently:
Fruit sponge-cake layered with custard. Man! SO GOOD~!
And a KILO of these fellas, called "yo-yos". YUM!!!
I have a new obsession. Cosplay. Yes, you read right, cosplay (read: costume + play = cosplay). Depending on your intention, it's like playing dress-up for older people (except much MUCH more expensive and infinitely more perverted) where you dress up as bestest you can as an anime character, or it's a perfectly rational excuse to cross-dress or wear something that would normally classify you as clinically insane.
